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Oregon W Emerald
BOB FRAZIER, Associate Editor
JACK L. BILLINGS*
MARYANN THIELEN and
Assistant Managing Editors
BOBOLEE BROPHY and
Assistant News Editors
Assistant Women’s Editor
BILL STRATTON, WALLY HUNTER
Assistant Sports Editors
ROGER TETLOW DON JONES
Chief Night Editor Staff Photographer
Faculty Adviser—Dean George Turnbull
Signed editorial features and columns in the Emerald reflect the opin
ions of the writers. They do not necessarily represent the opinion of the
editorial staff, the student body, or the University.
Entered as second class matter at the postoffice, Eugene, Oregon.
Sixteen shopping- days left before Christinas.
Eight days of registration proceedings left.
Eight days left to turn your breakage fee over to the student
Five days left to buy Christmas seals in the annual campus
Ten days left before finals begin.
Five performances of “Dark of the Moon” left.
This is the last issue of the Emerald for 1946.
It looks like fall term is about ready to be forgotten. And
a good thing that is, too. Fall term is always an uncomfortable
period of adjustment; freshmen have to be oriented, politicians
have to lay their groundwork, professors have to size up their
prospects, seniors have to include unwanted required courses
in their schedules in order to have time for their last spring
term busts on the banks of the Willamette, and everyone has
to become accustomed to the Oregon weather.
Winter term is always much nicer. True, the rain may
make you miserable but there will be so many interesting events
you won’t notice it.
Already there have been hints of the things to come. The
pre-season basketball games indicate that the Duck team will
be a winner. If the success of the Homecoming and sophomore
dances is any forecast, the senior ball in January should be tre
mendous. And this affair will be followed by a full program
of social activity: house dances galore, the Heart Hop, rally
dances, the traditional military ball and so on. Concerts and
plays will furnish more date material. The annual Dads Day
activities are always something to look forward to. The Greeks
already had a bloc meeting this week to discuss winter term
politics; the freshman class election should prove much fun,
and perhaps will show which way the wind is blowing . . . .
[Yes, indeed, winter term is promising.
In addition to the regularly scheduled activities, one can
conjecture about possibilities. Who will be named Oregon’s
football coach? Will the housing situation improve? Will we
get the promised traffic lights on Thirteenth street? Will rapid
headway be made toward materialization of the student union?
Would it be possible to abolish finals and otherwise improve
our educational system? Will the Oregon state legislature act
favorably toward the University’s needs for bigger appropri
ations? Will veterans be given a raise in subsistence checks
to parallel the rocketing cost of living? Will something be
done about dormitory cafeteria food? Will the situation in
the library improve?
.... And on the national scene: Will the UN settle in
San Francisco, bringing world affairs closer to home? Will
taxes be lowered? Will strikes continue to tie up the national
economy? Will the U. S. clean up the loused up occupation
of Germany? Will the 80th congress checkmate every move
by the President? Will the nations continue to move toward
the first dropped bomb of another world war?
Not only on the campus, but throughout the world, the
coming winter months may well determine the course of many
years to come. Perhaps during winter term we shall be able
to discern some pattern, some meaning in the confusing con
glomeration of events this year. Not without some skepticism,
we look toward 1947 for some new reassurance that all the
work of the past has not been without significance or benefit.
You cannot believe everythingyou hear, but you can repeat it.
Footprints on the sands of time are not made by sitting down.
And God Bless You All
Christmas Sans Chaplains, Passes,
Anticipated by Overseas Veterans
B,v BOB WHITELY
There just ain’t no doubt about it . . . this Christ
mas is going to be the happiest holiday that many of
the Oregon students have had in five long years. For
most of us it was a lean Christmas last year. A lot
of the men were still in Sam’s volunteer army, and
were still looking at a foreign flagpole, topped with
a foreign flag. There is nothing to compare with a
Christmas spent in India . . . with its suffocating
heat . . . trying to sing O Little Town of Bethlehem
and Joy to the World . . . when you’re halfway around
the world from the Pacific coast. Some of us tried
to sing “Hark the Herald Angels Sing” looking long
ingly westward while sitting on some infinitesimal
hunk of coraj and dreaming of fir trees instead of i
the monotony of cocoa palms and screaming monkeys.
For the married veterans who snatched a little
happiness before they hit the high seas and wound up
just another APO number, this will be the first real
Christmas they’ve had. This will be the first time
they’ll be able to play Santa with the kids they’re
just getting to know. Turkey will be served piping
hot out of the over instead of a can . . . and it will be
wonderful not to have some joker sign your pass for
Christmas day off.
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of Oregon . . . fall term saw the flood break the
gates, with an enrollment hitting 5600. Basically
when you get right down to it, things haven't changed
a bit. The campus hangouts are still in the spotlight
when it comes to illegal pigging activities ... the
women still say, “wellll, I don’t know” when you call
up for a date three weeks ahead, and the more des
titute men are frantically writing home to the folks
for Christmas spending money.
Yes, this will be a swell Christmas . ._. one that
will be happy and gay for all of us. A map is just a
map now . . . not a piece of paper that is longingly
gazed at to see how far it is in statute miles to home.
We’ll have a real Christmas tree . . . not a palm tree,
banyan tree or a shoe tree all dolled up trying h?
fool someone. Presents will be personally delivered
this year, and the chaplain won’t have to give out
his jaw-breakers and Raleighs. A year can make so
much difference for our whole perspective and atti
Ol’ Scrooge really had something when he grum
bled . . . “the merriest of Christmas’ to you all . . .
and God bless you.
Teachers and Coal Miners
Eugene and the University of Oregon are honored this
week in playing host to the Northwest Association of Secon
dary and Higher Schools. This gathering of educators is, po
tentially at least, a high-powered bunch. They, as much as
any group, have the future of America in their chalk-dusty
hands. What America and the world are tomorrow is- what
today’s and tomorrow’s citizens make it. These citizens will
act and react as they have been taught—by educators.
Yesterday’s Emerald carries a paragraph to the effect that
this meeting is the first one since the war. That gives the edu
cators a lot to catch up on. Things are a lot different now than
they were in 1941, and they are growing more complex daily.
With the exception of a few learned physicists, educated
people had never heard of an atomic bomb in 1941. The Bomb
was an imaginary weapon, featured in pulp “science” maga
zines. Now it is so real. The United States as the breadbasket
of the world was not the grim reality five years ago that it is
today. If the many new problems that have been heaped on
top of the old ones are to be solved at all, it will be educated
men who solve them, and the teachers will make the educated
It is reasonable to assume that if we are to become a better
educated nation we must have better teachers to shepherd us
along the paths of learning. It seems to us that one of the
prime responsibilities of a group like that meeting in Eugene
this week is to work toward improvements in teaching staffs.
Unfortunately all they can do is recommend, but rve hope they
recommend with a vengeance. We hope they come out for
decent salaries, salaries that Will put teachers on an economic
level with locomotive engineers, powder monkeys, longshore
men, and coal miners.
Telling the Editor
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School Support Fund reached a
successful conclusion on Nov. 5.
Your fine editorial comment on the
bill was in no small measure respon
sible for the support by the public
and we wish to express our sincere
thanks for your part in making the
success possible. . . .
May we express the hope your
support of this program will con
tinue until the legislation has made
these gains permanent.
Mrs. Gladys P. George, Chairman.
* * *
Because of a personal financial
problem I have been forced to re
luctantly resign my position on
your staff as news editor. I should
like to take this opportunity of ex
pressing to you and the Emerald my
deep appreciation of the pleasant
associations the Emerald has given
me. Although I cannot continue my
present job after the close of this
term I intend to maintain a close
contact with the Emerald and will
assist it in its news-gathering func
tions in every way I can.
It has pained me to note that
some members of your upper staff
nave icucuu^ icaxgneu cliiu it lur
ther pains me that I am now forced
to be included in that group. My
inclusion in that group, however, is
involuntary and I wish to assure
you, the Emerald staff, and the
University that it does not indicate
a decline of my high regard for the
Emerald. . . .
* * *
... In my opinion this year’s Em
erald has disowned all of these prin
ciples (of collegiate journalism).
Its editorial policy is immature and
vacillating and its editorial opin
ions are often inflammatory and
representative of the editor alone.
. . . Since there is no indication that
the efforts of myself or any other
staff member, to place Emerald pol
icy on a sound foundation, can suc
ceed under the present editorship,
and since, with sincerity, I cannot
support the present policy, I am
submitting my resignation.
About the Emerald
... I have used several items
from the Emerald in my lecture be
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By LeJELNE W. GRIFFITH
“Did you say teacups?”—(From
Saturday Review of Literature per
sonal column): Gentleman Adven
turer desires unusual employment
or that of body-guard companion
tc wealthy young man. At home in
the jungles of New York City; on
land or at sea; with guns or tea
From Ambrose Bierce’s Devil’s
Dictionary — Abstainer: A weak
person who yields to the tempjfe
tion of denying himself a pleasure.
A total abstainer is one who ab
stains from everything but absten
tion and especially from inactivity
in the affairs of others. Eccentric
ity: A method of distinction so
cheap that fools employ it to ac
centuate their incapacity. Witch:
(1) An ugly and repulsive old wo
man, in a wicked league with the
devil. (2) A beautiful and attrac
tive young woman in wickedness a
league beyond the devil.
# * . «
The prolongation of life — The
June, 1946 edition of Encore mag
azine contains the first English
translation to appear in America of
‘‘The Prolongation of Life,” by Dr.
A. A. Bogomolets. This book reports
that Russian scientists now believe
human life may be expanded to 150
years and that serum ACS has been
developed for the cure of infections
and degenerative diseases. Dr. Bo
gomolets died in August before he
was able to lengthen his own life
through his experiments.
* * *
German occupation, American'
style—(As transmitted via Molo
ney’s ‘‘Dirt Disher”) “The Germans
are not treated with gentle hands
these days. When we needed room
for quarters the boss simply noti
fied a streetfull of families that
they were moving out and would be
gone from their homes inside of
two hours. They were. I’ve no idea
where they went, but the lady and
English-speaking daughter who in
habited the place before we moved
in begged to be allowed to return
daily to use the kitehen. In return
for this they offered to make the
beds, clean the house, wash our
clothes and teach me German. From
our respective pedestals the four of
us who now live at No. -signi
fied our impartial approval, and
such is now done.
“The division’s been detailed as
permanent occupation troops, and
the word “permanent” is their word,
not mine, although it probabl^j^r
plies to me. I don’t like it because!
have a yen to go home before they
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